Monday, June 18, 2012 9:07:36 PM
This advert has been on television a few times today and it got me thinking. The advert had a guy who knew these embarrassing facts about this girl he had not long met - her first album bought, celebrity crush...that sort of thing. He found out by texting this number. The advert got me thinking about how a lot of people will wonder how all these facts can be so readily available. I thought to myself, 'It is dangerous that people whack all this information about themselves online via Facebook or some place else and don't realise that this is all being collated'.
They don't realise that prospective employers look this up, for example. Prospective employers would be interested in profile updates such as, 'Drunk again, day off work' - that kind of drivel. Heck, even your online viewing habits are recorded which is why I rarely use Google and go for a private search engine instead. I know that a lot of my chums here are also clued up and that they use Tor for reasons other than to download internet porn!
Anyway, over the years I have left details about myself littered all around the interweb. I thought that I'd save you all the expense of sending a premium rate text to find out all about me. Yes, I will now detail everything about me here in this blog post. Why? Because I'm so thoughtful like that.
Thursday, February 24, 2011 9:49:05 PM
What I know about video games could only just fill an ant's cod piece. I remember being at work one day and getting a telephone call from a customer asking about how his sons' video game consoles would work once they visited their grandmother at the weekend who had her telephone line supplied by us. I don't understand those things because I've never used them and put the customer on hold for forty seconds while I got a crash course on the internal modems inside the consoles, how they connect with each other and so on. I then spoke to the customer and explained it all as best as I could only to have to explain to my manager when the same customer called back an hour later that me speaking to him again would be like the blind leading the blind.